Rion’s POV
I didn’t understand s**t anymore. My chest felt cracked open, every emotion that had been buried for twenty-eight years pouring out like blood from a slashed artery.
When the images of her battered back flashes through my mind, the two emotions I’ve come to know… Rage and frustration explode through me like a bomb going off in my chest.
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My jaw ached from clenching so hard I was tasting blood. Everything inside me was on fire. I was angry at myself for not stopping that whip for landing on her, angry at the goddess for making me feel this much when I never asked for it. I wanted to smash the walls, rip the doors off their hinges, scream until my throat bled. How the hell did one mute girl turn me into this mess?
“Tyler!” I snarled again, voic
